>>40788530


You’re the only people visiting today, looks like. The parking lot is empty. You hop out with the others, and survey a part of the graveyard. You haven’t really given it much thought, neither about how you should be feeling right now, nor about how exactly you’re going to find your mom and Nevada’s graves.

You remember the smell of the trees here, so that’s a good sign you’re in the right place, you guess.

Rowan tugs her baseball cap down to shield her eyes from the sun. “You doing okay?” she asks.

“Just need to find them,” you say, clutching your poppies in hand. “Only so many out there, I guess.”

Xanissil pipes up. “Might I accompany you?” she asks. “I have long dreamt of paying homage to the Dread Corithis. Her body was presumed lost.”

Moriah gives Xan a flat look. “This is about Sierra,” she says. “Give her space.”

>I’d rather keep this kind of between myself and myself.
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.
>See if there’s an undertaker’s office or something.
>Other (?)

>>40788539
>I’d rather keep this kind of between myself and myself.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

Kinda bummed Ask.fm requires an account now.

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.

>>40788539
>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>See if there’s an undertaker’s office or something.

>>40788539
>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.
>See if there’s an undertaker’s office or something.

Good to have you back, Languid

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>See if there’s an undertaker’s office or something.

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

Check for a list of family plots or a management building?

>>40788539
>I’d rather keep this kind of between myself and myself.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
Just give me some space first, ok?

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>See if there’s an undertaker’s office or something.

>>40788539
>>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>Nah, it’s whatever. You guys can come.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>Yeah... just maybe Ro on this one. Sorry.
>Begin grave hunt. There’s only so many dead people in this place.

>>40788539
>>I’d rather keep this kind of between myself and myself.

Moriah’s usually right - plus you don’t really feel very sociable right now. “Just maybe Ro on this one,” you tell Xan. “Sorry.”

Xan’s a little disappointed, but she doesn’t let it show.

“We’ll go on a walk,” says Vikrama, taking Xan’s hand and leading her away. Moriah follows after them, leaving you and Rowan alone.

“We could probably talk to the undertaker or something,” says Rowan.

You shrug. “There’s only so many dead people in this place,” you say. “I’m sure there’s a directory around here.”

It only takes a minute to locate said directory. There’s a sign with a map of the cemetery, which you and Ro consult. It’s not exact, but you eliminate some family plots and older sections from your search grid.

You’re glad you borrowed one of Ro’s hats, because otherwise you’d be dead. The sun beats down mercilessly on your skull, though the heat you can deal with. It’s just those deadly UV skin cancer rays.

You and Ro walk down the rows, glimpsing headstone after headstone.

“What kind of name is Pete Snarr?” you ask, eyeing a particular gravestone. “I am Snarr, king and dragon both.”

Rowan refrains from laughing. “It’s a person’s name,” she says. “It just is what it is. You don’t need to laugh at them.”

“A name’s not a person without a person to go with it,” you say. “I mean, you can’t really laugh at somebody when you’ll never actually know who they are.”

“It just feels weird to me,” she says.

“Well. You’re missing out.”

You continue down the line, checking headstones. As you go, you notice there’s some kind of magic lingering around the place. It’s subtle – subtle enough you didn’t notice it at first. But now that you’re listening for it, you definitely feel something going on. There’s a general air of power to this place – old and hidden, but definitely there.

>>40789134

Some graves have more funk going on than others.

Rowan notices your distractedness. “You still feeling okay?”

The question kind of catches you off guard, because now that you’re paying attention to your feelings, you realize they’re kind of confused right now. All the sun’s not helping either. (+4 Stress: 23)

>I’m a peach.
>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>I haven’t been here since the funeral.
>Fucking sun’s getting in my eyes.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?
>Other (?)

>>40788539
>Nah, it's whatever. You guys can come.
>See if there is an undertaker's office or something.

>>40789150
>>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?
>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.

>>40789150
>>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>I’m a peach.

>>40789150
>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>Fucking sun’s getting in my eyes.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>Kind of weird. Not like depressed or whatever, but weird.
>I haven’t been here since the funeral.
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

>>40789150
>I haven’t been here since the funeral.
>Fucking sun’s getting in my eyes.

>>40789150
>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?
I'm guessing mother dearest is just pumping raw magic in to the ground.

Our mom was so powerful she made a land well, and when we claim it it gives us wings!

>>40789150
>>Lots of magic going on round here. You feel it?

“Like, I’m not depressed or whatever, if that’s what you mean,” you say.

“Well if you’re not sad, how do you feel?” she asks.

“I don’t know. Not sad?” you say. “Just... not that.”

“Okay,” she says.

You walk on, but the magic stuff’s getting to you. “Do you feel that? Lots of magic going on around here.”

Ro nods. “You get that in some cemeteries. When people die, especially people with magic, there’s a lot of energy that stays around,” she says.

“Oh. Like the stuff that attracts ghouls and makes ghosts and whatnot?” you ask.

“Yeah,” says Ro. “And it lingers too. Like. For decades. Or even longer.”

“Seems like you guys are always dealing with that kind of crap,” you say. Banshees or specters or what have you, it’s always something.

Ro rolls her eyes. “Just part of the job. But yeah. Here’s pretty intense. Sometimes more magically inclined people keep their graves closer together so they’re easier to keep track of. Maybe that’s why it’s so obvious around here.”

Well, if powerful people leave powerful graves, you’d think your mom would qualify.

And you guess you’re kind of right. Because even though there’s a lot of grave aura junk going on, there’s something different emanating from further into the lot. You ditch the current row of headstones and follow your grave sense toward it, with Rowan following behind.

It’s nothing fancy. Two blocks of cement, side by side, weather worn and grainy.

The one on the left reads Cornelia Beckhoff, 1950-2002, with ‘Loving mother’ inscribed below. The one of the right reads Nevada Beckhoff, 1997-2002. There’s no inscription written under her name.

>Welp. Let’s go.
>1950? That’s a joke.
>Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different if me and Nev switched places.
>Arrange your poppies.
>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>I half expected dad to be here by now.
>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.
>Other (?)

>>40789797
>1950? That’s a joke.
>Arrange your poppies.
>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.

>>40789797
>1950? That’s a joke.
>All right, it's a little sad now.
>Arrange your poppies.

>>40789797
>1950? That’s a joke.
>Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different if me and Nev switched places.
>Arrange your poppies.
>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.

>>40789797
>>1950? That’s a joke.
>>Arrange your poppies.
>>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>>I half expected dad to be here by now.
>>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.

>>40789797
>>1950? That’s a joke.
>>Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different if me and Nev switched places.
>>Arrange your poppies.
>>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>>I half expected dad to be here by now.

>>40789797
>Arrange your poppies.
>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>I half expected dad to be here by now.
>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.

Time for feelings

>>40789797
>>1950? That’s a joke.
>>Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different if me and Nev switched places.
>>Arrange your poppies.
>>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>>I half expected dad to be here by now.
>>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.

>>40789797
> Sometimes I wonder if anything'd be different if me and Nev switched places.
>Arrange your poppies.
>Alright, it's a little sad now, I guess.

>>40789797
>1950? That’s a joke.
>Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different if me and Nev switched places.
>Arrange your poppies.
>So. Sorry I don’t visit more often.
>I half expected dad to be here by now.
>All right, it's a little sad now, I guess.

>>40789797
>Sit there for a while.
>Talk about everything you've done since...then.
>Talk about everything you might have to do going forwards.
>Talk about boys, politics, angels, and demons, and magic and goblins, dragons, elves, and vampires and landmasters and landwells and how you hope you'll finally get some wings.

>>40790244
>Eventually break down sobbing there because, once you're done, you realize that you've just spent two hours talking to a stone and some dirt and a bit of rotting meat underneath, and how you'll never be able to listen to what they have to say on anything you just told their bodies.

>>40790244
>>40790286
...second.

>>40790286
Heavy, knowing sierra, shell realize that, and then start breaking down as she gets to the car.

>>40790286
And now there is a sad moon on the rise....

>>40790244
>>40790286
>>40789797
seems appropriate

>>40790286
And then comes Rowan to hold you as you sob into her shoulder and comfort you as you quietly mumble 'They're dead' over and over again.

I don't think we'll Freak Out. Just cry.

>>40790484
Alot.

“1950?” you say, snorting to yourself. “That’s a joke.”

A kind of sad, coppery feeling gets you at your back, but Ro doesn’t say anything other than that. Man, she’s even more messed up about this than you are.

You ignore her for the time being, and kneel down by the headstones. You unclutch your hand-picked poppies, and carefully arrange a couple for your mom, and a couple for your sister. The flowers look kind of tiny when compared to the grainy stones they’re laid against. You wonder if anybody’s put flowers here in the last ten years. Probably not, now that you’re thinking about it.

“Well uh. Sorry I don’t visit more often,” you say to the stones, continuing to fiddle with the poppies, not so much because you don’t like where they are, but more just because you don’t know what else to do. “Just kind of hard because a bunch of dumb junk kept coming up. And I kind of forgot where you were.”

You sit there for a couple more seconds, then rub your forehead and smirk back at Rowan. “All right, it's a little sad now, I guess,” you tell her. She just nods in response.

You stand and dust off your knees, taking a second to run your fingers along both of the grave markers. “See you guys later,” you say. And then you start walking off, concentrating carefully on where you’re putting your feet.

You feel Rowan at your side.

“Thought Dad might be there by now,” you say, feeling kind of disappointed for some reason. Maybe they just lobbed him in the nearest hole they could find. At least, you hope they did. You’re not sure what exactly happened to him, but the more you learn about stuff, the more you’re of the opinion it wasn’t good.

You decide to say something to Rowan. “You know, the whole boat incident thing, I only really remember my dad pulling me onto the beach,” you say. “But I mean. He might have pulled Nev out instead. Sometimes I wonder if anything’d be different at all if he did.” Nobody could tell you apart anyway.

>>40790878

Maybe it’d be like life mark 2, except you wouldn’t be in your shoes, and Nevada would have to deal with all the junk you deal with. And you guess all the good stuff you deal with, too. And she’d be visiting your grave today. (-2 Sanity: 96)

“He pulled you out,” Rowan tells you. “That’s what happened. He could save you and he did. And I’m glad he did, so don’t say stuff like that.”

Eh. Ro’s right. And her getting all indignant about it kind of makes you feel partially better. (+1 Sanity: 97) “I’m just yanking your chain,” you lie.

“Some chains don’t like being yanked,” she says, not believing you. She’s too smart, and the way she’s looking at you makes you feel like you made some kind of mistake. (+2 Stress: 25)

You and Rowan head back to the car. Except there’s somebody else in the graveyard now, and you get the feeling they’re not here to pay respects.

There’s a somber, older gentleman, with too many wrinkles and leathery, sun-bleached skin. He wears a pair of jeans and a button down t-shirt neatly tucked in, as well as a thick pair of prescription sunglasses and a cowboy hat.

If he didn’t move to look at you, you might have assumed he was made of wax. He adjusts his glasses and calls out in a dry, crispy voice as you and Rowan try to hedge on by. “Haven’t had a visitor for the Beckhoffs in a long time.”

Power gleams from him, but it has the same subtle energy as the rest of the cemetery. It’s kind of an unsavory magic, now that you’ve had a chance to feel it out a little bit better. (Old Grave Guy: 14 PP)

>Keep on walking.
>I’m a Beckhoff, so I felt it was appropriate.
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You supposed to be some kind of crypt fiend or something?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.
>Well, I probably won’t wait as long until next time now that I know where it is, so don’t judge me.
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?
>Other (?)

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

>>40790900
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

>>40790900
>Keep on walking.

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You supposed to be some kind of crypt fiend or something?
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You supposed to be some kind of crypt fiend or something?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.

>>40790900
>Fuck off, old man. I'll deal with you later.

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You supposed to be some kind of crypt fiend or something?
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.

So are we going to wait until night fall and talk to the shadows here?

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

>>40790900
>>I’m a Beckhoff, so I felt it was appropriate.
>>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.

>>40790900
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.
D-daddy?

>>40790900
>You say that like you were here the last time somebody dropped by.

>>40790900
>Yeah? What’s it to you?
>You work here, or you just kind of one of those creepy people that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people?

“Yeah?” you say. “What’s that have to do with you?”

“Maybe he works here,” Rowan suggests.

“Or maybe he’s just one of those creepers that hangs out in graveyards and accosts people,” you counter. “You know the type.”

“I’m fairly sure I don’t,” Ro says.

“I work here,” the old man confirms, making no move to leave the gravestone bench, “but no, I don’t usually accost people. Can’t stand people in general if I’m honest.”

You can understand that, you guess. “So what, you here last time somebody dropped by?” you ask.

The stranger nods. “Only time anybody ever did, if you don’t count the burial,” he says. “Must’ve been ten years ago.”

You look at him suspiciously. “You’ve got a good memory.”

“Only reason I remember is because the visitor was a friend of mine, David,” he says. He squints through his glasses at you, though you’re unsure if he really sees anything or if he’s just really good at pretending. “Speaking of, you look a lot like him – tar-black hair, pasty skin.”

Rowan glances at you to take the lead on this one.

>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>Sorry man, you’re confusing me for somebody else.
>Every minute here is blistering agony, so I’m going to leave now.
>I’d better look like him, I’m his spawn.
>Other (?)

>>40791411
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?

>>40791411
>I’d better look like him, I’m his spawn.

>>40791411
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?
>I’d better look like him, I’m his spawn.
>Did he say where he was going afterwards?

>>40791411
>Right, you've got about five minutes to tell me where David is, or I'mma beat it outta you along with nine shades of shit.

>>40791411
>>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.
>>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?
>>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>>Sorry man, you’re confusing me for somebody else.

>>40791411
>>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.
>>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?
>>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>>I’d better look like him, I’m his spawn.
>>Other (?)

>>40791411
>>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?

>>40791411
>>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.

>>40791411
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?

>>40791411
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?

>>40791411
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.

>>40791411
>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.

>>40791411
>Every minute here is blistering agony, so if you've got something to say just fucking say it. This cryptic mystery man shit pisses me off.

>>40791411
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>I’d better look like him, I’m his spawn.

>>40791411
>I think you mean raven locks, ivory complexion.
>All right, how well did you actually know the guy? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.
>Who or what are you, exactly? Some kind of mysterious crypt guardian? Or are you just a two-cent medium or whatever?

>>40791411
>Other (?)
Turn on our heel and go talky talky with the shadows. The shadows get hype about verwelkens every time we talk to them. If dad was here, they'll remember.

I wonder what kind of magic is so nasty that Sierra considers it "kinda unsavory feeling" when she hangs around Moriah "Walking-Death-Magic-Fountain" Crowther and thinks nothing of it.

>>40791732
Soul magic?

>>40791732
Aquamancy

>>40791732
Ayy lmao space magic?

>>40791732
Angel magic.

“I’m going to pretend you said raven locks and ivory complexion,” you say, kind of miffed with this dude. (+1 Stress: 26)

“And they ask why I don’t like people,” he says to himself.

“Look dude, every minute here is blistering agony, so cut the crap. This cryptic mystery man crap pisses me off. You’re magic, I’m magic,” you say. “If you've got something to say just fucking say it.” (+2 Stress: 28)

He chuckles and glances at Ro. “She’s got a mouth on her,” he observes.

“You smug little –“

“We’ve had a stressful day,” says Rowan, cutting you off. She smiles slightly. “I’m a deputy marshal. There’s no problem if you want to speak openly.”

The guy nods, reassured by the statement. “I’m good with the dead,” he says. “They like me. Something about my birth sign, I never bothered with the formal aspects of it.”

His magic credentials seem kind of weak compared to your dad’s, but he did say he was his friend. “How well did you actually know David, anyway? Because I hear there’s some stuff you probably had no idea about.”

The old man laughs. “I’ve heard everything there is to hear about that Nazi son of a bitch. It’s over my head making heads or tails of any of it.”

Wait. Nazi?

Rowan gives you a look out of the corner of her eye.

The crypt haggler pauses and eyes you more carefully, your surprise catching him off guard. “Wait. You’re his kid, right?”

>Well. Yeah.
>I was his daughter’s friend.
>Other (?)

>>40791867
>>Well. Yeah.

>>40791867
>Well. Yeah.

>>40791867
>Well. Yeah.

>>40791867
"One of them. My twin's about six feet down. Hence, why, until you tell me something useful, I'm gonna treat you like Donald Trump treats illegal immigrants."

>>40791867
>>Well. Yeah.

Mom supported the Nazis, Dad WAS a Nazi. It's in our blood.

>>40791867
>Well. Yeah.

>>40791867
>Well. Yeah.
For the record, Nazi is new. you win, you know more.

>>40791867
>Well. Yeah.
Cool, a Nazi dad, i hope he was SS or otherwise high up in the ranks and/or highly decorated

>>40791867
>>Well. Yeah. I think.

>>40791867
>Sierra's impossible demon lineage is the result of nazi science.
Calling it now.
Fucking Germans man.

>>40791999
>cop out Mary Sue explaination

>>40791867
>Wait. Nazi?
So that's how they met... How romantic.

>>40792008
Its science or magic man.

there is no non sue route.

I can't imagine a hellborn being all that accepted in Nazi ranks. Maybe he was forced into it? Conscripted. Seems like what they would do.

>>40792043
or biology

>>40791867
>Other (?)
"I haven't seen my dad in a long time."

>>40792068
I can. Fuckers went and paid out the ass for demon mercenary troops and were scrounging around as hard as possible for magic. If anything, they would have seen it as strengthening the nation or something.

>>40792073
Biologically Sierra should be a scorch mart on a random sidewalk.

hybrids of her type still die explosively yes?

>>40792068
>Maybe he was forced into it? Conscripted. Seems like what they would do.
you're thinking about the communists, the German had a charismatic leader and good propaganda

>>40792119
Not so much as you might think, at least according to Lucifer.

>>40792137
Post 112 in quest 112. If my post ends in 112, I'm the final boss.

>>40792119
I think that was more being misinformed on the Hallows' end of things

>>40791867
>What was you're biggest clue?

>>40792119
hybrids of her type don't really exist, the others go crazy and the red horny type(can't remember the name) explodes, we can still go crazy but our fine lineage balances the red and shadowy aspects

>>40792119
According to a guy mostly familiar with demon biology from splatting their insides along the walls

>>40791867
"What gave me away? The fact that I'm just the right age to have been born the same time as my twin sister here? My stunning good looks which you've already made a point of insulting? The freaky blood magic tattoos? The fact that I'm the first person to visit this grave in ten years? Or are you just a fucking mind-reader who for some godawful reason can't figure out when they're stating the obvious?"

>>40792119
Usually. We don't know if that's always the case anymore. We just met Lucifer a couple threads ago, and he's a Tartaran-Verwelken mix. He shouldn't be able to use shadows, but he can.

I'm starting to suspect that making a viable [VE]+[IN] hybrid is as simple as just stacking as much bullshit strong lineage as possible. The mix doesn't just "make explode", it causes uncontrolled power generation which overloads the hybrid's body and that causes the explode. If the kid's ancestors are already stupid powerful, then they get a body that's already set up for dealing with stupid power and they can handle it better. Probably.
Or Sierra was magically restricted somehow to slow the growth.

More likely a combination of the two of those, though.

>>40792190
We're not that much of a bitch.

>>40792164
I would think most people would go insane just from having sex with a Verwelken. To say nothing of the children.

>>40792210
We ARE currently being pestered by random magic creepy guy #212 while trying to have a quiet moment at our family's grave which we only just now found.

>>40792167
You forgot his Librarum Misinformum

>>40792119
>hybrids of her type still die explosively yes?
The same way carrots give you night vision.

>>40792241
No, they still explode. It's just not a 100% thing, but we already knew that anyway. We just know it's less rare than we thought.

>>40792237
We want to talk to this guy. He knows shit .

>>40792280
Does not exempt him from bitchiness.

Maybe we can drop by our former gang for a quick visit once we get back

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>>40791867
>Nazi
So when are we starting a race war?

>>40791867
> I'd like to know what you were to him, first.

“Well. Yeah,” you say lamely. “I mean. What gave it up? The fact I look exactly like him? The fact I’m the only person to visit my mom’s grave in ten fucking years?”

“I don’t need your sass, girl,” says the guy.

“You sure as hell are getting it though,” you tell him.

“Sierra,” Rowan says gently.

You let the guy off the hook for a couple seconds.

You still can’t believe your dad was a Nazi. Well, you can, and it kind of makes sense given the context. You just never really thought Dad was that old. You guess you never asked, and you were too young to pick up any clues if there even were any. It’s not like he ever mentioned Germany or anything.

Your wonderment isn’t lost on the crypt watcher, and he shakes his head, disappointed. “Girl, you need to sit your daddy down and have a talk if he’s keeping those kinds of secrets from you,” he says. “That man would keep his whole life in the shadows if he could.”

“Yeah, my dad’s dead,” you inform your dad’s alleged friend.

It’s his turn to be surprised. “Excuse me?”

Get a load of this jerk ass. Didn’t even know. Your blood boils, and this time it has nothing to do with the sun. (+6 Stress: 34)

> Don’t hear from your best bud in a decade, you don’t even worry about it, and now you pretend you care? Some friend you are.
>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.
>Maybe you could have asked around and written me a letter or something, it’d been fucking nice to have somebody who could tell me about magic or my dad or anything at all.
>Fuck you. Ro, we’re leaving.
>Other (?)

>>40792427
>>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.

>>40792427
>> Don’t hear from your best bud in a decade, you don’t even worry about it, and now you pretend you care? Some friend you are.
>>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.
>>Maybe you could have asked around and written me a letter or something, it’d been fucking nice to have somebody who could tell me about magic or my dad or anything at all.
In that order.

>>40792427

> . . . . if he isn't, then he better have a damned good reason for the past decade or else he will be.

>>40792427
>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.

>>40792427
>Maybe you could have asked around and written me a letter or something, it’d been fucking nice to have somebody who could tell me about magic or my dad or anything at all.

>>40792427
>>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.

>>40792427
>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.

>>40792427
>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.
wait, when did we find out he was dead? or am i just not remembering something

>>40792427
>You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years? Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried.
>Don’t hear from your best bud in a decade, you don’t even worry about it, and now you pretend you care? Some friend you are.
>Fuck you. Ro, we’re leaving.

>>40792427
>Dad was a Nazi.
>Sierra became a blood, fell in love with a black gangster named monster.
For shame Sierra, your fathers rolling in his grave, which is probably a ditch.

>>40792427

> So you're my Dads friend, and you didn't know he was dead?

> I did Nazi this coming.

>>40792427
>"You know, I spent over a decade wondering where they were buried, and I only just now managed to come here, old enough to drive off and see it for myself. That's why noone's been here in ten fucking years. That's why my dad is dead. Because if that rat-fucker son of a bitch thinks dropping my fire-spitting house-wrecking mentally and spiritually unstable ass in the fucking foster care system was a good idea without even telling me where my mom and my sister were buried, he'd better hope I don't find out he's alive. That asshole's dead to me, and I really hope he's dead to everyone else too."

>>40792490
I wonder what his opinion on Wolfgang would be?
His glamour is white, at least.

>>40792483
As far as I recall, we don't actually know anything about his whereabouts, we've just assumed he died at some point because we wound up in foster care.

Also, can we not go full edgelord here, please? This guy is trying to help us here.

>>40792427
Maybe we could talk to the grave shadows here? Anyone else think that could be a thing that we might wanna do? I think it is.

>>40792542
> The sun beats down on your head

Maybe later?

>>40792534
Ms, Song told us we'd never see him again. It sounded pretty definitive to me.

>>40792427
>If he isn't dead, he ditched me a long time ago and I'd like to think he was better than that.

>>40792534
Well, he's a friend of our Dad who we assumed to be dead since we haven't seen him for a decade, if we find out that he's been around and just hasn't got in touch with us then I think we deserve to be a little fucking pissed. Especially since we aren't exactly the most stable of people emotionally.

Not to mention the possibility that he's the one who sold out our mom.

>>40792558
wasn't that our sister?

I wonder if his name was David while he was a Nazi? It would have made things somewhat awkward.

>>40792549
The tombstones should be casting shadows if the sun's out, though I guess waiting til it's later would be better.

>>40792483
I don't think it's been explicitly stated that he's dead. But he's certainly gone, and the fortune teller said we'd never see him again. Which means he's either dead, or isolated enough that he's effectively dead.

>>40792570
No. When we asked about our Dad, she said quite bluntly, that we'd never see him again.

She gave us a little poem thing about paths, splitting, trial of separation ending in death, and whatnot when we asked about Nevada.

>>40792610
Or the fortune was wrong, or at least our interpretation/Song's interpretation and relaying was wrong. Song's good at her job, but I don't think she's unerring-future-predictions good. This kind of thing almost always tends to turn around and GOTCHYA anyway.

>>40792567
IF dad were alive (he ain't), we would have cause to be pissed at him, yes. This guy isn't dad, though. This guy didn't even know Dad was dead/gone. We have no reason at all to angry at him.

>spoiler
Paranoid much, anon?

>>40792675

Always paranoid, and either this dude has been in contact with our Dad while he left us high and dry, or he didn't know his friend has been dead for a decade.

Either way, kind of shitty.

>>40792675
different anon here
>We have no reason at all to angry at him.
It's miserable outside, he's pumping out bad vibes, he's jovially talking about painful topics, he's reminding Sierra that she doesn't really know anything about her family beyond scattered childhood memories.

There are plenty of reasons for Sierra to be pissy, it's just that they're almost all the kinds of things that people can read about and think "well -I- wouldn't be mad about that."

Why is everyone taking "Nazi son of a bitch" as this guy is dad's friend? I have never heard Nazi used in a friendly way.

>>40792642
Isaac and Mr. Crowther seem to take her seriously. Whatever scrying Ms. Song does seems pretty legit to me, and she said we'd never see him again.

>>40792729
Dude, it was a while ago. People change. Besides Rommel was a Nazi, but he was a pretty good guy. Just had shit luck of being on the wrong side.

>>40792732
There's a difference between giving something serious consideration and accepting it as 100% literal truth. Ignoring the spooky old Chinese lady future predictions is dumb, but so is considering them to be Word of God.

>>40792741
Dude, Rommel was never part of the Nazi party.

He was a German serving in the German military, a organization in existence since before the creation of the aformentioned political party.

Basically in the Wehrmacht /=/ a Nazi.

>>40792741
Being a soldier in nazi germany did not make someone a nazi. Thats like saying all Americans are democrats because Obama is in the democratic party.

>>40792791
Some people don't discriminate that academically, Anon.

>>40792694
>dude has been in contact with Dad
He wouldn't have known Dad was neglecting us. Reason to be mad at Dad, not him.

>didn't know his friend has been dead for a decade
Friends lose contact with each other all the time.


>>40792724
Those are all things to be irritable about, yes. That doesn't mean she has to go full edgemaster/turbocunt on him, though. Especially when he clearly has info on a very dear topic to us.

“You know why nobody showed up in ten fucking years?” you ask, barely keeping your voice from shaking. “Cause I was a fucking kid at the funeral, I didn’t know where they were buried. I just figured I’d Google grave sites a few months ago, and hey, looks like it worked. Don’t pretend like you even give a fuck. If you cared you could have dropped me a line or something, anything, so I could put some damn flowers on my family’s grave.”

The old man is kind of left in a stupor at your rant.

You find you’re a lot nearer to the guy than you were when you started raving, and you have the insatiable urge to shove him off his stupid bench, but you find something big and strong holding you back.

“Let go of me,” you say, removing Rowan’s hands from your shoulders. “I’m not going to murder a guy for being an asshole.”

“Good,” says Ro. “Look. Don’t be stupid. You have every reason to be mad. But this guy, maybe he knows something?” She looks at the old man. “What’s your name?”

“Monty Mayer,” he says, a kind of bitter shock emanating from him. He looks at you, though you’d rather he didn’t. “How’d he go? No, forget that. Listen - David was good at disappearing. I thought... he’d come calling sooner or later, but I thought he took you someplace safe and hunkered down. Severed ties. The last thing either of you’d need was somebody messing that up by asking the wrong questions.”

>Like, hey, it’d be nice if you could let me know you’re actually dead and your daughter just got foisted into foster care. Yeah, that’d be a pretty inconvenient question to ask.
>You’ve already messed up enough. Screw you.
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.
>Other (?)

>>40792816
It isn't academic, it's plain ignorance.

>>40792829
>full edgemaster/turbocunt on him, though.
I'm not seeing where that is. I'm seeing vote options that indicate that Sierra's a petty, emotional, miserable teenager. I'm not seeing the edgemaster turbocunt.

>>40792829

When Sierra is stressed and pissed, she has a habit of being an edgemaster turbocunt. Because she is a damaged person. Yes, she has been getting better about this.

But visiting her Mother and Sister's grave for the first time, in the glaring sun, while having some dude act shitty to her about her Dad and casually dropping the Nazi thing, is kind of pushing a lot of buttons at once here.

How Sierra reacts is not necessarily how you or I would react.

>>40792869
>Like, hey, it’d be nice if you could let me know you’re actually dead and your daughter just got foisted into foster care. Yeah, that’d be a pretty inconvenient question to ask.
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>Like, hey, it’d be nice if you could let me know you’re actually dead and your daughter just got foisted into foster care. Yeah, that’d be a pretty inconvenient question to ask.
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792879

Nazis were the defining thing about Germany at the time. You don't say "Oh, well Marines aren't really Americans" because they aren't in the government.

It's pretty reasonable to paint them all with the same brush.

>>40792880
>>40792887
You're arguing with one of those "if the QMC isn't reacting with pure pragmatic logic devoid of emotions, then it's wroooooong" guys. You're not going to convince him of shit.

>>40792869
>Like, hey, it’d be nice if you could let me know you’re actually dead and your daughter just got foisted into foster care. Yeah, that’d be a pretty inconvenient question to ask.

>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?

>>40792869
>>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792869
>Other (?)
"You're really going to have tell me about my Dad being a Nazi.

>>40792869
>How did you know David? What’re you to him?
>You know anything else about my dad I should know? Like, I don’t even know.

>>40792924
Now that's just plain retarded anon.

>>40793002
Look, if you fight for the Nazis, I'm going to call you a Nazi, no matter what pedantic excuse you want to make.

>>40792924
It is highly unreasonable to paint everyone with the same brush, in almost any context.

I mean ideal situations aside, where you judge and reflect on each individual on the merit of their own actions and beliefs, making exceptions where it's convenient isn't the answer to the debate, "is Rommel a Nazi because he's a German, is he a Nazi because he served in the military, or is he a Nazi because of who his nation's leader was, and thus his overall commander?"

Considering Rommel died for being complicit in a coup to displace Hitler, further, advocating for a non-violent coup, the highly complex web of deceit, danger, dishonor and yet valor, adherence to one's beliefs and demonstrated responsibility for one's actions after the war shows that one fish is not like the other, even if they swim closely together.

Basically, are you insane?

I wonder if Captain Dadmerica and the Red Dadskull every fought each other. Cause that'd be wacky.

>>40793061
Who's Bucky?

>>40793061
*ever
Solid englishing, me.

>>40793061
And let's not forget that Captain America has adopted The Red Skull's demon daughter.

>>40793041
I woudnt exactly say that\s a pedantic excuse, not being a nazi is far from a minor detail when deciding to call someone a nazi.

>>40793061
I have a suspicion that dad is the one who killed Isaac's dad.

>>40793097
possible though not there is no longer a way to prove that.

Nevermind. I just remembered we could ask the shadows.

>>40793097
Oh fuck, that'd be awesome!
... And kinda shitty, but awesome!

>>40792880

>>40792508
Seems pretty 3edgy5me to me.

I understand being emotional here. That's fine. But deliberately going out of our way like above anon and a few other write-ins to be as big of a cunt as possible is plainly unnecessary.

>>40792869
>Just break down and start bawling.
Sierra could probably use a good cry at this point.

>>40793117
That's not even edgy, that's just bad. I'd toss it under the autism banner before the edge banner.

And it seems like you're kind of stretching here if the only thing you can point to is some anon's shitty writein that didn't even get any attention before you lauded it as proof that everyone was going edgelord.

>>40792869
To be fair, we don't really know if he's dead.

>>40793051
He still fought under the Nazis.

> one fish is not like the other, even if they swim closely together.

People aren't fish. He could have defected, taking a sizable force with him given his cult of personality.

But no, instead he decided to promote the goals of the Nazis. Even if he personally didn't agree with them, those were still his actions which supported them.

God I love hellborn quest... just the right amount of feels and swag.

>>40793041
They fought for their country, which happened to be under Nazi rule, the same way american soldiers fight for the US no matter which party has the majority

>>40793208
He used his clout to score hot demon poon instead, you know you'd do the same.

>>40793242
>>40793208
Go to /pol/, fuckers, and get the hell out of our quest. Nobody cares.

>>40793264
Kek.

DAE GODWIN'S LAW? ayy lamo

>>40793264

> Thinking this is /pol/ talk

Nyan Nyan

>>40793149
Upon further consideration, I've come to the conclusion that my fears were largely based upon the one anon's post, and thus they
were mostly unnecessary. Thank you for correcting me and helping me see the light.

Yeah, like the inconvenient question of hey, it’d be nice if you could let me know you’re actually dead and your daughter just got foisted into foster care.

But Rowan’s presence reminds you not to totally rip this guy’s head off. He doesn’t deserve the attention. The only thing he’s got for you is information. You should just be out for yourself, not for your seething rage.

You pinch your nose for a second, taking a deep breath to try to regain control of the situation. “Whatever,” you tell Monty. “I couldn’t care less about you as a person right now, but... you know stuff I don’t. And I kind of need to know that stuff. Like... like how did you even know David? What’re you to him?” you ask.

Monty’s face turns about the color of ash. Maybe something about letting his old pal down and also earning your hate. “I helped him get into the country after the war,” says the old man. “I used to work with documents. Investigating forgeries for the police and tracing counterfeiters.”

Rowan sits down next to him, though you elect to remain standing. “So you forged them too?” she asks.

“Rarely, and not for any old bum off the street,” he says, sounding offended. “Just for the ones that deserved it. And your dad,” he looks at you, “he was dealt a bad hand, but he deserved a second chance. And then... we stayed in touch.”

You realize you don’t really know the guy’s age. He’s old – he’d have to be at least like, a ninety years old, maybe. Maybe he could pass for seventy though. But given he’s around Isaac’s age, he’s definitely no spring chicken like your current new guardian dad is. Looks can be deceiving.

“You know anything else about my dad I should know?” you ask. “Like, I don’t even know.” You don’t even know what else there is.

Monty seems reluctant to share with Ro present, but she just smiles. “Sierra’s my best friend. If you can tell her, you can tell me,” she says.

>>40793612

“Well,” says Monty, frowning, “I don’t know if you’re familiar with the term, but... David was something called a ‘landmaster’.”

“Hold on. With like, landwells and crap?” you ask. “Did he legit tell you this?”

“Well, no. But he travelled a lot, that’s for certain. And the kinds of company he kept... he was always getting more powerful. More powerful than anything I’ve ever seen, the last time I saw him,” says the man.

You thought your mom was a landmaster, and it was dad? Or what if they both were? Was that how they met? Or was that in the World War II thing? “Holy crap,” you say. “Wait wait wait. The company he kept? You know any of his other friends?”

The old man shakes his head. “I can’t help you there. I only heard rumors, and they never matched up,” he says. “All I know is David was the friend to have.”

“But... if he was all old and powerful and junk,” you say, “I mean, he had to have like, a fortune, and like, tons of magical crap. Did he... I mean, did he leave you with anything, or did he tell you about anything?”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I really can’t say.”

You go to kick an available tombstone, but pull up short. Even you’re not that much of a jerk. “Dammit.”

Rowan leans over toward Monty. “You know, it doesn’t have to be something specific,” she says. “Just anything to help us find out more.”

>>40793622

The man scratches the side of his head for a brief moment. “Only thing I can think about is where I holed him up for a few weeks after he sailed in,” says Monty. “It was one of those little rentable sheds, you know, basically a personalized shipping crate.”

“You have an address?” you ask, feeling oddly tense.

“No, but I could point it out on a map,” he says. “I don’t know what’s there now, but might be someplace to start.

Rowan flips her phone out and pulls up google. As it turns out, the place in question is in New York.

“We’re actually headed that way... eventually,” says Ro. “Thanks for the help.”

“I wish I could have done more for you,” he tells you, taking a deep breath. “Still hard to think David’s not off in Wyoming someplace, remarried with a farm. But that man had his priorities straight, so I reckon he’s not. He’d have his little girl with him.” He shakes his head. “Now that’s a shame.”

>C’mon. I’m sick of this place, let’s get out of here.
>What’s a shame is I’ll have to see you every time I drop by.
>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?
>You owe me. Don’t you forget it.
>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal.
>Other (?)

[Well, I have to go to sleep now. Next thread on Saturday, maybe. We'll see.]

>>40793628
>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?
>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal.
>Other (?)
"Do you know who Cornelia Beckhoff actually was?"

>>40793628
>>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?

>>40793628
>>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?
>>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal
>Other
"I'll pay for the flowers, just...help me try to make up for lost time."

>>40793628
>>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal.

>>40793628
>Talk to the grave shadows. Maybe they'll say something Monty didn't.
>Make a mental note to remember to talk to the shadows at dad's shed thing when we get there.

>>40793628
>Other (?)
"So... what are you exactly? And don't lie, I can feel the power coming off you."

>>40793628
>>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?
>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal.

>>40793712
Humans can be this strong, especially if he's 90+ years old and spends most of his time marinating in a magic graveyard. 14PP is better than baseline human but it's still not really all that much.

>>40793628
>My dad was a Landmaster Nazi. Freaking unreal.

>>40793628
>>C’mon. I’m sick of this place, let’s get out of here.

>>40793628
>Other (?)
how much power did you feel coming off him in comparison to me?

>>40793780
I don't think he can really tell beyond vague feelings. Sierra can only see PP as well as she can because Belphegoran.

>>40793628
>>You keep flowers or something on those graves from now on, got it?

>>40793796
don't matter, it will be good to know just how powerful he was because if he was killed it would have been something even more powerful, and he can give a vague answer and it will still be useful

>>40793628
ask him if there actually were corpses at the funeral.

>>40793628
This >>40794056

>>40793796
Well who knows what the fuck he is. We can only see that he has some power. He might even be able to tell us>>40794056

>>40793628
>"...I'd like some time alone, please."